Review Summary: There's a gesture of thrash; A hint of pop; A chunk of punk. All mashed together, sounds like one entertaining, angry party.
Deep Fantasy sits as Canadian Band, White lung's, third studio album in four years. Here's a little band bio: Their original guitarist packed things up in 2008, leading to a replacement, while their previous bassist left last year resulting in a new punk chick stepping in. Simple as that. To label them Punk Rock would be fine, but to define in better words, Thrash Punk would be the perfect description; thrashy and a little bit seductive - and these agressive punks are reeking of it.
Tackling a fresh way to show their fans what they've been missing,
Deep Fantasy is a new stage in the band's smashing sound they're known for. Their usuals are there though; Bad-ass drumming, frazzled guitar, short-lived and quickened tracks. Essentially, White Lung have repeated the same and named it Deep Fantasy. But truly, it's wrong to say so.
Wrecking havoc is White Lung's nature. Intro track, "Drown with the Monster", says it all (are you not reading the title!?). The track is packed like a can of sardines to fit the 2 minute mark, similar to the album itself. Sure, it's short, but it feels a lot shorter when it swings by. Screechy screech, the beginning wails. With a kick of the bass drum and an aggravated upon stable and roaring guitar, it sets off, with balls. A resounding vocalist, Mish Way, howls. A puncturing pulse intensifies. An escalating shriek of guitar feedback moans. You could say all this for the entire album.
Deep Fantasy hints at your anger in everything, leading your fist into a ton of bricks, then urges you to go back and listen to more. Tracks like "Face Down" and "Sycophant" shouldn't do so much damage, but worshiply support it.
Hearing
Deep Fantasy's first track, it's safe to say the band's image gets angrier every time they put out a record. In terms of progressing with sound, White Lung have given more look into Pop - more precisely in the melody of Mish Way's vocals. These addictive hooks will put a tremor to your bones. It isn't quintessential pop though. They turn each song into a case of eruption pop. The lyrics are catchy and stingy, thanks to rowdy Mish Way. 'Don't make a sound/ You don't make a sound', the intrepid vocalist impels in "Face Down". It's all overwhelming.
The crimes they approach are easy to forget about. Their consistency to end abruptly feels like they've reached their message and don't need to carry on. Yeah, they're right at times, but elseways it could go an extra few miles for a better journey. It's finished in a click. The band's song structure can be a little unsatisfying and getting to the point where its length is a need to elaborate on next time.
In the end,
Deep Fantasy manages to rock itself winningly. Don't worry about the short length. In a way, it boosts the impression it has on you. "Wow, it's a quicky, but it packed all that in?"
Yeah, it did. A ferocious little package it is.
